Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Upstairs

When I was a child, I lived in a rented two-floor house. Both of my parents worked, so I was often alone when I came home from school. One early evening, when I came home, the house was still dark. I called out, "Mum," and heard a voice say, "Yeeeeeees," from upstairs.

I called my mum again, and again got the same, "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees," reply. I felt she was calling back at me and climbed up the stairs.

When I reached the first floor, I called once more and the voice, "Yeeeeeees," came from the furthest room. I felt uneasy, but I had a strong urge to see my mother, so I started to walk towards the room.

Just that moment, I heard the front door open downstairs and my mother came in, carrying a lot of shopping bags. "Sweetie, are you home," my mother called in a cheery voice. Hearing her voice made me feel instantly better and I turned back to go downstairs at once...but not before I had a quick glance towards the room. While I watched from the top of the stairs, the door to the room slowly opened a crack.

Id pull out a pistol, yell Nooo! and shoot it in the face. Maybe by yeees it was masturbating and didnt want to be embarrassed.Maybe your just insane. Maybe were all insane, maybe pedo bear was atching you, maybe I was watching you. Who knows...